Labour

Capo : fret 2

Cm Why Are You Hanging FmOn..
So G#Tight..
To The Rope That I'm Hanging A#From..
Off This CmIsland
This Was An Escape PlFman
(This Was An Escape Plan)
Carefully G#Timed It So Let Me Go
A# And Dive Into The Waves Below

Cm Who Tends The OD#rchards?
Who Fixes Up The G#Gables?
Emotional TorGture..
From The Head Of Your High CmTable
Who Fetches The WaD#ter..
From The Rocky Mountain SG#pring?
And Walk Back Down AGgain
To Feel Your Words And Their G#Sharp Sting
And I'm G#Getting Fucking Tired..

Chorus :
CmThe Capillaries In MyD# Eyes Are Bursting
G#If Our Love Died,
A#Would That Be The Worst Thing?
Cm For Somebody ID# Thought Was My Saviour
You G#Sure Make Me Do
A A#Whole Lot Of Labour

Cm The Calloused Skin
On My D#Hands Is Cracking
G#If Our Love Ends,
A#Would That Be A Bad Thing?
Cm And The SilenceD# Haunts Our Bed Chamber
G#You Make Me Do.. A#Too Much Labour

Int. : ​Cm   Fm   G# (YA#ou Make Me Do
               Too Much Labour)

Cm Apologies For MyFm Tongue..
Never G#Yours
Busy Lapping From Flowing A#Cup..
And Stabbing With Your CmFork..
I Know You're A Smart Man
(FmI Know You're A Smart Man)
And WeapoG#nise.. The False IncompeA#tence
It's Dominance Under A CmGuise..

If We Had A DaughD#ter..
I'd Watch And Could Not G#Save Her
The Emotional TorGture..
From The Head Of Your High CmTable
She'd Do What You Taught D#Her
She'd Meet The Same CruG#el Fate
So Now I've Gotta GRun
So I Can Undo This G#Mistake..
At G#Least I've Gotta Try..

Chorus :
CmThe Capillaries In MyD# Eyes Are Bursting
G#If Our Love Died,
A#Would That Be The Worst Thing?
Cm For Somebody ID# Thought Was My Saviour
You G#Sure Make Me Do
A A#Whole Lot Of Labour

Cm The Calloused Skin
On My D#Hands Is Cracking
G#If Our Love Ends,
A#Would That Be A Bad Thing?
Cm And The SilenceD# Haunts Our Bed Chamber
G#You Make Me Do.. A#Too Much Labour

CmAll Day, Every Day
CmTherapist, Mother, Maid
CmNymph, Then A Virgin
CmNurse, Then A Servant
CmJust An Appendage, Live To Attend Him
CmSo That He Never Lifts A Finger

CmTwenty-Four-SevenD# Baby Machine
So G#He Can Live Out
His A#Picket Fence Dreams
CmIt's Not An Act OfD# Love If You Make Her
G#You Make Me Do A#Too Much Labour

CmAll Day, Every Day
D#Therapist, Mother, Maid
G#Nymph, Then A Virgin
A#Nurse, Then A Servant
CmJust An Appendage,D# Live To Attend Him
G#So That He Never A#Lifts A Finger
CmTwenty-Four-SevenD# Baby Machine
So G#He Can Live Out
His A#Picket Fence Dreams
CmIt's Not An Act OfD# Love If You Make Her
G#You Make Me Do A#Too Much Labour

Chorus :
CmThe Capillaries In MyD# Eyes Are Bursting
G#If Our Love Died,
A#Would That Be The Worst Thing?
Cm For Somebody ID# Thought Was My Saviour
You G#Sure Make Me Do
A A#Whole Lot Of Labour

Cm The Calloused Skin
On My D#Hands Is Cracking
G#If Our Love Ends,
A#Would That Be A Bad Thing?
Cm And The SilenceD# Haunts Our Bed Chamber
G#You Make Me Do.. A#Too Much Labour